And out on the white high-road a British soldier swings
by, his shoulders square, his boots creaking, the silver
head of his regimental cane glinting
in the light.
About the Court-house lies the
town. Here is the street of the
Indians, a thoroughfare of tailors,
industrious to the click of sewing
machines ; of tinkers surrounded
by their flashing wares ; of small-
store men ; of dealers in cloth, and
haberdashers. At its corner there
is a billiard saloon kept by a Jew.
Beyond it is the market-place, the
_ rendezvous of ajjr;
s t r a n g e r s to
Bhamo. There of
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a morning the country folk bring the
produce of their gardens for sale.
Laughter and high voices fill the air,
i f i f rr im * and the life of the many peoples is
■ 7 afoot. Along the stony highway the
I trader from Yunnan rides by in a fast
amble on his shaggy steed. An almond-
eyed porter, a man of thews and sinews,
struggles slowly behind with a heavy
load upon his back. One has seen his
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counterpart upon many a Chinese vase.
Outside the market one looks across to the white and
grey walls and distinctive roofs of Chinese houses. 1 n